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IMITATIONS

OF

HORACE.

BOOK I.

EPISTLE VII.

IMITATED IN THE MANNER OF DR.SWIFT.

I

'TIS true, my Lord, I gave my word,

I would be with you, June the third;
Chang'd it to August, and in short)
Have kept it--as you do at court.
You humour me when I am sick,
Why not when I am splenetick?
In town, what objects could I meet ?
The shops shut up in ev'ry street,
And fun’rals black’ning all the doors,
And yet more melancholy whores :
And what a dust in ev'ry place?
And a thin court that wants your face,
And fevers raging up and down, i
And W* and H** both in town!

“ The Dog-days are no more the case.”
"Tis true, but Winter comes apace:
Then southward let your bard retire,
Hold out some months ’twixt sun and fire,
And you shall see, the first warm weather,
Me and the butterflies together.

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My Lord, your favours well I know;
'Tis with distinction you bestow;
And not to ev'ry one that comes,
Just as a Scotsman does his plums.
« Pray take them, Sir.- Enough's a feast:
“ Eat some, and pocket up the rest.”-
What, rob your boys? those pretty rogues!
“ No, Sir, you'll leave them to the hogs.”
Thus fools with compliments besiege ye,
Contriving never to oblige ye. .. .
Scatter your favours on a fop,
Ingratitude's the certain crop;
And 'tis but just, I'll tell ye wherefore,
You give the things you never care for.
A wise man always is or shou'd i
Be mighty ready to do good: .
But makes a difference in his thoughts .
Betwixt a guinea and a groat.. .

Now this I'll say, you'll find in me
A safe companion, and a free;
But if you'd have me always near
A word, pray, in your Honour's ear.
I hope it is your resolution
To give me back my constitution! ...
The sprightly wit, the lively eye,
Th' engaging smile, the gaiety,
That laugh'd down many a summer sun, -
And kept you up so oft till one:

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And all that voluntary vein,
As when Belinda rais'd my strain.

A weasel once made shift to slink
In at a corn-loft thro' a chink;
But having amply stuff?d his skin,
Could not get out as he got in :
Which one belonging to the house
('Twas not a man, it was a mouse)
Observing, cry'd, “ You 'scape not so,
“ Lean as you came, Sir, you must go."

Sir, you may spare your application,
I'm no such beast, nor his relation ;
Nor one that temperance advance,
Cramm'd to the throat with ortolans :
Extremely ready to resign
All that may make me none of mine.
South-sea subscriptions take who please,
Leave me but liberty and ease.
'Twas what I said to Craggs and Child,
Who prais'd my modesty, and smild.
Give me, I cry'd, (enough for me)
My bread, and independency !
So bought an annual rent or two, .
And liv'djust as you see I do ;
Near fifty, and without a wife,
I trust that sinking fund, my life.

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VER. 67. Child,] Sir Francis Child, the banker.

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